I sit, with pen tip to bleached bark to pull emotion from the dark pit of my fear, intestines lurch the feelings are just almost there, perched on tip of tongue, the brim of crater, I thrash about, like alligator that isn't how I feel; Enraged! no, that's not quite what I meant to say Let's try again. The tears they flow frustration makes my ulcer grow in vain attempt to make you see I stumble, alcoholically confound it! Don't you understand? I stretch my brain like rubberband that isn't how I feel; Depraved! no, that's not quite what I meant to say Last time. I give it all I've got to spell out m-i-s-e-r-a-b-l-e l-o-t and am I getting closer? No! these asinine cliches must go I am too dumb; you are too deaf a carni freak show Mutt and Jeff that isn't what I meant to say to hell with it; I feel okay
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